Oh, Willie's rare and Willie's fair
And Willie's wondrous bonny
And Willie hecht to marry me
Before he married any
Yestreen I made my bed so broad
This night I'll make it narrow
For all the livelong winter's night
I'll lie twined of my marrow
Oh, come ye by yon waterside
Pulled ye the rose or lily
Or come ye by yon meadow green
And saw you my sweet Willie?
She sought him east, she sought him west
She sought him broad and narrow
'Til in the cleaving of a craig
She found him drowned in Yarrow
